The feel of Logan bucking and shuddering underneath him is delicious enough to extend Kurt's own pleasure, shivers running like the pulse of electricity through his body in gradually slowing waves. His awareness thrums, cast wide and held in small individual moments at the same time. The ache of Logan's teeth against his shoulder, already bruising; the warmth of Wrench between his legs and the slide of his tongue and lips as he leaves him, replaced by the cool breath of the night air.
Kurt leans back against Logan's solid warmth, his breathing becoming steadier as he watches, through lowered lashes, Wrench move to sit back away from them. He's tempted to ignore Wrench's instructions and follow him, replacing his fingers with his own mouth, but the thought of watching him touch himself is enough to keep him in place for now. He rolls his body a little, enjoying the feel of Logan still inside him and the low rumble of his response. Reaching down, he encourages Logan's hands to dig into his fur, not quite tired enough to resist the urge to be playful as the storm accompanies Wrench's moans.
His softly glowing eyes devour the sight of their newest partner reaching climax, his pointed teeth catching his lower lip as his own hips rise and fall in unconscious response. As Wrench subsides, he carefully lifts himself off of Logan's lap, giving the Canadian a lambent glance and a brief caress of his tail across his jaw as he stands up, only slightly shaky. This, he decides, is far from over.
He pads over to Wrench, the shadows of the dimly lit room turning into inky brushstrokes across his fur, then kneels between his spread legs. Slowly, he reaches down and takes up Wrench's hand in both of his, raising it to his mouth to carefully and delicately lick it clean.
cw: nsfw
Kurt leans back against Logan's solid warmth, his breathing becoming steadier as he watches, through lowered lashes, Wrench move to sit back away from them. He's tempted to ignore Wrench's instructions and follow him, replacing his fingers with his own mouth, but the thought of watching him touch himself is enough to keep him in place for now. He rolls his body a little, enjoying the feel of Logan still inside him and the low rumble of his response. Reaching down, he encourages Logan's hands to dig into his fur, not quite tired enough to resist the urge to be playful as the storm accompanies Wrench's moans.
His softly glowing eyes devour the sight of their newest partner reaching climax, his pointed teeth catching his lower lip as his own hips rise and fall in unconscious response. As Wrench subsides, he carefully lifts himself off of Logan's lap, giving the Canadian a lambent glance and a brief caress of his tail across his jaw as he stands up, only slightly shaky. This, he decides, is far from over.
He pads over to Wrench, the shadows of the dimly lit room turning into inky brushstrokes across his fur, then kneels between his spread legs. Slowly, he reaches down and takes up Wrench's hand in both of his, raising it to his mouth to carefully and delicately lick it clean.